poem

World cries
Like bullets leave their gun
Without return or regrets
It rains dangerous thoughts
Never to forget ’cause history
Itself shall suffer from that timeless
Mood of being scared while earth is dying
Carelessly misunderstood

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Since 2012 Kaan published several works and launched social media projects like The Poets Daily, On Eden Avenue and Page9. When he has not already been lost on the internet he can be found in his mini home atelier in Oranjestad exploring the visual arts.
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